You have to bully your sweetheart so you won't be a dog

On the third day after the students of the performing troupe gathered at the treasured place behind the dormitory building, people from another class came to the site. Coincidentally, this group of people looked familiar, from Class [-].

The back of the dormitory building was not a private venue, so Lu Shen took everyone to rehearse first, but after a while, he felt something was wrong, and several people from Class [-] occupied the space to watch them rehearse, and they were idle.

In the past, Class [-] and Class [-] had a good relationship, because Xu Jing was well-connected, Class [-] had many sports students, and they often met on the playground. Unfortunately, these were all plastic brotherhoods. It's subtle.

When we meet in private, we still say hello and play together, but when it comes to class matters, it's a bit tit-for-tat.

Lu Shen always felt that the visitors were not kind, but he still maintained the principle of "I won't offend others if I don't offend them", so I pretended I didn't see this wave of people. People just look away.

Not long after, more and more people came from Class [-], and they began to rehearse the program. Both classes seemed to be full of people, and one side occupied half of the land. Jumping and jumping, they came to Class One. They also danced, but to play the characteristics of their Eighth Class, a few people danced football dances. When the football flew over, the group had to hide.

The girl who choreographed in the ancient dance area sang "one, two, three, four", and suddenly a football brushed against the corner of her clothes. She jumped forward in fright, and was caught by a girl from the same team.

Su Xiangchen happened to glance over, and he pushed Lu Shen beside him.

Lu Shen turned his head blankly: "What?"

"Borrow the speakerphone."

Su Xiangchen took the microphone, turned it to the highest volume, and shouted: "The rehearsal is suspended."

The people in class one had noticed the stubble a long time ago, and they all stopped, but the music was still playing, Fang Yue quickly turned off the music, and class eight didn't plan to practice hard at all, and didn't even bring out the stereo.

"Men in blue, you hit someone, please apologize." Su Xiangchen fixed his eyes on a person, and everyone in the first class was taken aback by his straightforwardness.

According to Su Xiangchen's usual personality, they thought that Su Xiangchen must want to calm things down and find another place to rehearse. They really didn't expect that he would dare to choke with Class [-] when he came up.

The people in class [-] burst into laughter, and then continued to pretend to talk about themselves, pretending not to hear.

I could vaguely hear a few words from them.

"I'm dying of laughter, isn't that the isolated idiot?"

"I heard that I'm not isolated now, so I feel like I've been dragged up."

"What's the matter with him here? The posture is big. The squad leader hasn't said anything yet. What right does he have to push?"

In this case, the side that was left to hang out would be very embarrassed, but Su Xiangchen picked up the football without even the slightest hesitation, and kicked it back, hitting it quite accurately. After reacting for a few seconds, and then rushing over angrily, Su Xiangchen found out the plastic broom that he brought out just now for cleaning, unloaded the stick in threes and fives, turned around, and the blue-clothed hand slammed into the broom. Putting on the broomstick, he shrank back in pain, and let out a loud "hiss".

The people in the first class also "hissed", Fang Yue sent a message to Xu Jing for help, and ran over to protect Su Xiangchen, but Su Xiangchen didn't give that person or them a chance to respond, and dragged the The man pressed his arms back, turned around, folded his hands behind his back, and then pushed back into the eighth class.

Unfortunately, no one in Class [-] could react. Seeing him rushing towards him, they would subconsciously dodge. If someone hadn't stretched his leg to block him, he would almost have fallen face-to-face to the ground.

Su Xiangchen lit the broom stick again, adjusted the earphones that were crooked just now, and said: "If your IQ is normal, you should be clear that you are looking for trouble. Last time I saw your rehearsal was behind the teaching building, there is a big open space. It’s bigger than here, so I asked if I could squeeze it, but you wouldn’t let it, saying it was your territory and no one else could go there.”

He said, pointing to his feet: "So this place is our territory now, and no one else can come."

The people in Class One heard about this for the first time, and immediately died of anger. They thought that Class Eight had no place, so they could only come here to hang out. Looking for it, isn't that intentional to find fault?When they are all easy to bully?

Before the members of the eighth class spoke, they were drowned by one person in the first class, and it soon became a scolding battle between the two sides.

It was the first time for Su Xiangchen to make such a move. At first he thought it would be enough to explain the logic and drive people away, but now he realized that no matter whether he takes the right or not, it is very difficult to accept the opponent's way. As long as one side speaks out, it doesn't matter. Does it make sense? If the other party needs to fight back, it is impossible for him to leave obediently with a little compulsion in his heart.

If you think about it carefully after calming down, you may realize that you really did not do well, and regret being such a "wicked person" for such a time, but at the intense stage, you can't make sense of anything.

"Brother Jing replied, saying that he is coming!" Fang Yue's voice rang in his ears, pulling Nicholas Chen back to the present.

Su Xiangchen thought to himself, he can't let Xu Jing solve it, he can't always let him support him, and he can't make him feel that he can't do anything well.

Even if he has already subconsciously determined that he is the one lying flat, he is still a boy who should be responsible, and he doesn't want to lose face.

Su Xiangchen's time for training is still limited, the moves he made just now were already bullying the blue clothes and he didn't have a foundation in Sanda, but he really had no chance of winning against those tall and burly gym students, and he had to drop a lot in terms of strength. So fighting is impossible to fight.

Su Xiangchen turned the two speakers to the maximum at the same time, and carried them to the eighth class. The effect was deafening. At first, the eighth class was very angry and scolded him to turn it off. But after a while, there was a roar from upstairs: " What's going on, can you please be quiet, there are still people in the dormitory!!"

This remark made everyone subconsciously quiet for a moment, Su Xiangchen immediately turned off the audio, relying on his own headset, the voice rang clearly among the crowd: "The loss is not worth the loss if we keep arguing, and we don't want to quarrel with you. If you want to train here , we will go to the back of the teaching building tomorrow, if you want to train there, don't come here."

After finishing speaking, Su Xiangchen put the broomstick across the middle of the two classes to make a dividing line, and then directed the people in the first class to continue rehearsing step by step.

They left Su Xiangchen in the air before, but now they are returned, but the purpose of the eighth class is to find fault, and the first class is to lay the groundwork for the future, while the first class is really leaving them alone, and they don't want to talk to them at all. The boys took the initiative If they are in the row close to Class [-], even if they want to throw the ball again, they can still be blocked.

After a while, the eighth class really couldn't stand it anymore, and it was even more embarrassing to stand here, so they left one after another. When Xu Jingren arrived, the first class had already occupied the entire space again.

Su Xiangchen has always carried his mobile phone with him since he asked for leave for evening self-study. He glanced at it to make sure that his message had indeed been sent, and asked, "Didn't I tell you not to come?"

"Anyway, there's no training match today, so I'm just going to have a meeting and sort out the materials. I'll just ask Zheng Yanqing to bring me a copy." Xu Jing finished explaining first, and then asked, "Is the matter resolved?"

After a group of people explained in a hurry, Xu Jing smiled: "Oh, since I'm fine, I'll go back to the meeting."

Fang Yue was inexplicable: "You said just now that you can just ask someone to bring you a document!"

Xu Jing: "But now Chenchen doesn't need me..."

Fang Yue shushed him in disgust: "Hey—Brother Jing, don't blink, I feel a little sick to my stomach seeing you acting cute."

Xu Jing: "Get rolling."

Su Xiangchen was afraid that the eighth class would not give up, so he borrowed Xu Jing's mobile phone to send a message to the eighth class people he knew, to the effect that if they had to follow them to grab a place, they could only apply for the dean to arrange the place. Class [-] doesn't have such a good position.

The people over there felt that such a persuasive speaking style was not like Xu Jing, and asked, "Who are you?"

Su Xiangchen was about to leave and brush his clothes to hide his achievements and fame, so the owner took the mobile phone back, and Xu Jing typed it word by word: "I am Su Xiangchen."

The person on the other side of the phone looked at the time in the upper right corner in a dark dormitory.

Fifteen minutes past zero.

That person: "..." I always feel that I know something important.

Afterwards, the eighth class did not come, but they reminded the first class that maybe they would come late in the future, and someone would occupy the space, so Xu Jing inserted a sign in the ground with a hard Paper, letter: This is the training site of Class [-], Grade [-]. If you need to borrow or share the land, please go to this class to discuss with Xu Jing or send a text message to xxxxx to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and conflicts.

Usually, even the campus cleaners don't come to clean this place, and no one cares about putting up a sign.

On the contrary, Su Xiangchen brought the speaker to the venue a few days later and found that the sign was a bit crooked. The weather has been a little rainy these days, but the wind is not strong enough to blow the sign crooked, so someone must have touched it, but it was just crooked , it wasn't knocked down on purpose, so someone may have bumped it by accident.

Su Xiangchen couldn't help thinking of the quilt picker he had seen in this place before, and wondered if it had something to do with it.

This conjecture was confirmed during training at night. At that time, it was close to eight o'clock, and everyone was already preparing to call it a day. It was just because there was news from the other side of the classroom that the person on duty today was a big math demon, and he was getting angry because of the class quiz. Cursed, so everyone stayed to chat in order to avoid the fire.

When Su Xiangchen was checking whether everything was in order, Wu Ren suddenly pulled his sleeve: "Is there someone there..."

Wu Ren was excluded by the art festival team because of his ugly appearance, but in order not to study at night, he shamelessly came to join in the fun under the name of "logistics".

Su Xiangchen raised his eyes in the direction he was pointing, and saw a few tall people pushing a short one. He seemed to want to come over, but seeing so many people, he changed his mind temporarily and went to the other side.

Su Xiangchen gave a perfunctory "Yes", and then said: "I have to go to the interest class early today, I have to go first, can you help me clean up the rest?"

Wu Ren didn't doubt that he was there, so he said "ok", just a little curious: "What interest class did you enroll in?"

Su Xiangchen smiled: "Learn to be like a human being."

Wu Ren: "?"

The class of learning to be a man was what Xu Jing said when he was joking, but it was not about learning to be a man by himself, but teaching others how to be a man.Su Xiangchen felt that he didn't have the ability, but seeing someone being bullied like he was last year, he always felt uneasy if he didn't do something.

In the face of any unreasonable violence, bystanders should not treat it indifferently.

Su Xiangchen searched in the direction where those people appeared just now. Sure enough, not long after, he heard a domineering voice in a certain corner. He didn't rush in and out, but hid aside.

"Chu Yansheng, I'm asking you something, but you should talk about it, is it fun to be gay?"

The people next to him echoed and laughed: "It's up to you to ask so straightforwardly, is it disgusting?"

"Anyway, it's not that I'm disgusting, look at him, tsk tsk, that's disgusting, okay?"

Su Xiangchen: "..." When it was over, he suddenly felt ten thousand arrows hit his knee and was very angry.

I kind of want to teach people to be human.